


Understanding

by ValkyrieShepard



Series: My Silver Pearl - SidLink [8]
Category: The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild
Genre: Biting, Blood, Bonding, Claiming, Feral Sidon, Fucking, Jealousy, M/M, Mute Link, Smut, Wounds, male wetness
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2017-04-29
Updated: 2017-04-29
Packaged: 2018-10-25 08:33:32
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Chapters: 1
Words: 5,070
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/10760568
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/ValkyrieShepard/pseuds/ValkyrieShepard
Summary: Link and Sidon are recovering from their wounds, but Link cannot escape his depression, no matter how hard Sidon tries. But then Teba comes along and he's the one to make his beloved smile.





	Understanding

Sidon had climbed all the way to the top of Rito Village. Slowly, carefully, so his bandages wouldn’t chafe against his skin, so the healing salve would still work its magic. Literal magic, Sidon could feel it. Different from his own, although it worked together well with the Rito’s energy, amplifying what they had done to him to help him. He was thankful to them all, and had already promised the Zora’s help once he was back in his Domain. While this was not their journey’s intention, he had been able to become an ambassador, to help get closer to Hyrule’s other races. All because of Link. 

 

Link, who was blaming himself for everything,  _ everything _ that had happened. 100 years ago, now… he put it all on his shoulders, no matter the weight. It was no wonder that it was crushing him, despite Sidon trying to help. No one could do this all on their own, and yet Link tried, feeling unworthy when he even stumbled a little bit. 

 

Ever since they had arrived here, Link would vanish from their hut, to train at the top of Rito Village. Sidon still couldn’t quite believe that he had agreed to the engagement, and it slowly dawned on him that Link actually didn’t. He didn’t believe they would make it through this, he believed that he would need to sacrifice himself. But Sidon wasn’t content in having just a few weeks or months of happiness, he wanted this to be forever. Through their bond, it already was, and despite him trying to explain, he wasn’t sure Link understood the magnitude of it. 

 

He could sense how frightened he was. 

 

And for a few days now, he had been shutting Sidon out. That first night after their proper engagement, Link had made love to him, but since then… There was nothing. He claimed that he wanted Sidon to rest, to heal properly, did not want to hurt him, but Sidon knew how their bond worked, and knew how to sense how he felt. Link still wanted the intimacy, but did not allow himself to be happy. 

 

Finally he had reached the top. He wasn’t out of breath anymore, he was almost back to his old self. Link… He wasn’t too sure about Link. He was up here, on the wooden platform that jutted out even over the rock base of the village, training with his sword. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, accepting the cold air and rough wind against his skin without flinching. So Sidon had a good view of his torso, and the scars that were forming there. 

 

His entire right hand had lightning scars crawling up to about the middle of his forearm, still so red, and when Link came home in the evenings, his palm was bleeding. Link had explained how it happened, how he had reached into the Guardian that had attacked him. And then he had proceeded to carry Sidon to Rito Village, the sheer weight of his body making the harness he had built dig into his chest. There were three streaks there, red, partially crusting over now. Link was refusing most of the treatment, only listened when they explained that he would be no use to anyone with his wounds open and bleeding. But here he was, day after day, doing this to himself again. 

 

Sidon had brought some snacks from the neighbouring hut, from a wonderful woman he had been chatting with while his beloved was away, doing this to him. She was so kind, checking up on him daily to see whether he improved. Saki was really very sweet and gentle, listening to his worries about Link, lending her ear, and her advice. Which was why he was here now, aside from really needing to stretch his legs after days on his back. It had been getting really uncomfortable, and he missed the pools of Zora’s Domain daily. 

 

He watched his beloved, his sweet pearl for a while, his graceful movements, the drop of sweat that fell to the floor when he moved rapidly, the tensing of his muscles. And the flinching when the grip on his sword was too tight, chafing against the scars, or when the wound on his chest opened again. As it had done almost every day now. 

 

For Link it took almost fifteen minutes to sense Sidon nearby, he was still not used to their bond. But Sidon could feel the hesitation inside him, could tell that he was preparing himself to pretend to be happy just before he turned around. A small smile and a little wave greeted him then. 

 

“Won’t you take a little rest with me?,” Sidon asked as he got closer, motioned to the little basket he was carrying. He had even brought a blanket. 

 

Link nodded and stooped to pick up the sword’s sheath, before setting it aside and grabbing the towel he had discarded at the side. Sidon watched as he dabbed himself dry, couldn’t help but admiring his shape, how strong and yet soft. He missed touching him, holding him. They were close, but he missed him.

 

“I brought some food,” he said softly, watched as Link draped out the blanket so they could both sit. “Well, Saki made it, I have to admit I do not know much about cooking.” 

 

_ I like it,  _ Link signed, so quickly and small that Sidon had almost missed it. 

 

“What, cooking?” 

 

Link nodded, and Sidon had to lean in because yes, there was definitely a slight blush in his cheeks. He grinned as Link pushed him away, but winced when he did it with his scarring hand. Sidon’s hand came up to where he had touched his nose, and when he pulled it away there was a bit of blood there. He sighed. He had anticipated this, and brought the salve they had left for him. 

 

“Link, please,” he said, holding out his hand for Link to take. 

 

But he looked away from him, clutching his wrist with the hand that was still good and healthy, the skin soft and wonderful. Sidon didn’t mind the scars, he would love Link no matter what, but he couldn’t bear to see him do this to himself. He was punishing himself, he was spiralling down and Sidon didn’t know whether there was anything he could do to stop it. 

 

“I’m worried about you,” he said softly, and slowly Link looked up at him again. He was scared. “You keep hurting yourself. You punish yourself for something that’s not your fault, and I don’t know how I can make you see that.” 

 

Link just shrugged, looked away, but reached out with his hurt hand, and Sidon took it in his own. He started to apply the salve to it, felt Link sigh and the relief physically wash over him. He had been in pain this whole time without showing it. 

 

“I know you’re scared,” he continued, but Link once more shook his head. 

 

_ I’m not.  _

 

“You can’t hide these things from me, not with our bond.”

 

Link’s eyes went wide, and a slight shiver shook his small body, but before he could look away again Sidon continued.

 

“I am, too.” 

 

_ Y-you are? _

 

Link’s signing was hesitant, sloppy, but Sidon understood what he meant well enough. He hadn’t even been able to teach him more lately, that’s how much Link shut himself away. He had been so eager to learn in the beginning… 

 

“Of course I am, we’re facing a difficult task. The world seems to hang in the balance… Yes, Link, yes I’m scared.” 

 

_ But you…,  _ Link trailed off, looking to the side, tilting his head a little like he always did when he tried to remember a sign, or didn’t know a particular one and tried to figure out a different way to say it. He forced a smile then, and pointed at Sidon. 

 

“I stay optimistic because… because it helps me do this. Because I want to support you, because I love you,” he said, both his hands now holding Link’s. Carefully, so he couldn’t hurt him. “Sometimes it’s difficult but I want to try to make it easier on you, you do not have to do this all on your own. And some smiles… some of them I don’t have to force, they just happen when I look at you.” 

 

Link blushed a little at his silly confession, looked down for a moment, then sat up to hug him. His arms didn’t reach all the way around his chest, but Sidon returned the hug, carefully pulling Link into his lap. 

 

“You still want to punish yourself.” 

 

Link nodded against his chest, pulled away for a moment to adjust his bandages and apologise. When Sidon waved him off, he tapped against the side of his head with one finger. 

 

_ I can’t stop thinking. _

 

“Oh my sweet pearl…” Despite Link’s worries that he would hurt him, Sidon gathered him close, and pressed him against his chest. When he realised that Sidon wasn’t in pain anymore, Link relaxed against him, let him brush over and through his hair, gently, carefully. “I know, I know…” 

 

For a while Link let him do this, pet him, hold him. He hadn’t admitted this to Link yet, but he was fascinated by his hair, how soft it was, how it tumbled over his shoulders on the rare occasions that it wasn’t in a ponytail. This was indulging Link as much as it was himself, when he pulled on the ribbon that revealed the silky strands in all their glory. Link sighed as he did, seemed to relax even further as Sidon continued to pet him. If he would let him, he could do this for hours. 

 

But soon enough Sidon could almost literally feel the cogs in Link’s head turn again. The spiralling thoughts that did not let him rest for long. Feeling worthless, guilty, even lazy. Sidon cupped his cheeks to make him look at him, Link was fighting to hold back tears, but losing that particular battle. 

 

“My love, I am here for you, always. Together we can get through this, I promise, I promise you.” 

 

He nodded then, a tiny little jerk of his head, stopping mid-way to suddenly jump up. Sidon followed in an instant, confused by how he suddenly turned away, only noticing a newcomer when he spoke to them. 

 

“I hear you’ve been training a lot.” 

 

When Sidon turned, Teba stood a little away from them, a bow on his back, another in his feathery hands. Along with a quiver and arrows. He didn’t know why, but he felt suspicious of him, was about to say something, to tell him to leave but Teba was patiently waiting for Link to be ready. Who was of course turning away from them, wiping away his tears, then slowly started to collect his tunic. It was still obvious that he had been crying when he turned towards them, but that fake smile that Sidon knew so well by now was back. 

 

He gave Teba a small wave, and only then did he close the distance between them, completely ignoring Sidon, who he passed. 

 

“I thought that if you’re training here already, you should get acquainted with the Rito’s favourite and best weapon.” 

 

Link’s eyes widened as he was presented with the bow, decorated with golden feathers and yet it was clear that it wasn’t for show. This was a perfectly designed weapon, built for maximum efficiency. Sidon watched as Link let his fingers wander over the wood, the metal that made it all up. The bow he had been using paled in comparison, and was completely ignored when Link stretched the string to test it out, watched the wood bend and return to its shape perfectly once he let go. 

 

“We have a range, a little outside the village,” Teba said, stepping closer to Link and handing him the quiver as well. “I figured you and I could go and practice a bit.” 

 

He nodded enthusiastically, as happy as Sidon hadn’t seen him in weeks. One bow… Was one bow all it took? Or was there a different reason… perhaps who had given him the bow? Sidon pushed the thought out of his mind, he and Link were bonded, there would be no one else, and as far as he knew Link and Teba hadn’t even talked much. Then again, he had been bedridden for weeks now…

 

“A training range?,” Sidon asked. “Is it far?” 

 

“Not much, but I suggest you rest, let us take the trip,” Teba replied, hardly even looking at him, instead still watching Link inspect the bow with wonder in his eyes. “Better you rest and heal completely.” 

 

“I suppose,” he said curtly. “But Link, you won’t be able to do much with your hand like that, you need to rest too.” 

 

Link’s smile dropped then, and he looked at his hand, freshly covered in the salve. It didn’t hurt him now, but it soon would if he started practicing with a bow. Teba however, handed him something. A small leather glove, for Hylians. It only covered a few fingers, but precisely those needed to shoot arrows. Sidon did not like the look of it. 

 

“We have some Hylians coming through here every now and then,” Teba explained as he helped Link put on the glove. “They prefer shooting with this, it’s less of a strain and should let you practice without hurting yourself.” 

 

He locked eyes with Sidon then, and what he saw in them he  _ definitely _ did not like. Teba was up to something, and a jealousy flared up in him that he had never felt before. He had also never been in love like this before, but this feeling… It was bad, he did not like it and yet he couldn’t help but be jealous. Why was  _ he _ the one to make Link smile like that, why not Sidon? He had been trying so hard to get Link out of his depression, and yet one visit by  _ him _ was starting to work. 

 

“Let’s meet at the bottom of the village tomorrow,” Teba said to Link, and earned a nod in reply. “Rest now, I won’t go easy on you.” 

 

Link waved at him goodbye, that adorable little wave Sidon had pretended was only for him. 

 

“Do you know him?,” Sidon asked as they made their way back down, the picnic forgotten. 

 

Link nodded. 

 

_ He comes to talk. Sometimes. _

 

“I see.” 

 

He had to pull every bit of information about Teba from Link, he didn’t volunteer any of it. He could tell that it wasn’t because Link was missing the signs needed, it was because he didn’t want to talk about it, and he let it show. 

 

_ Why do you want to know?,  _ he signed, looking up at him angrily. 

 

“I am just surprised that you knew him. You haven’t talked to me much lately.” 

 

_ I don’t want to talk. _

 

And with that, Link turned on his cot and covered himself with a blanket, unresponsive to Sidon’s good night wishes. But he did notice that Link hadn’t rubbed off the healing salve like he had done many times before. Now he was carefully reapplying it even. Why? Just because of Teba? He wasn’t the one who had supported Link through the past few months. He had given him a bow, for crying out loud, that was it. 

 

Sidon was seething with jealousy as he watched Link walk away the next morning, fully dressed, with a smile on his face as he joined Teba for their practice. He however, was left behind. Wondering, feeling that jealousy build inside him and knowing how wrong it was. If Link was feeling better with a change of scenery, why shouldn’t he support it? Why would he even think that his beloved would cheat on him? Link wasn’t that kind of man, he knew that, rationally. And yet he couldn’t stop his thoughts from spiralling… Was this how Link felt, feeling the guilt settle in? 

 

He knew he should fight this, he knew that in his mind but not in his heart. But day after day Link left to train with Teba, leaving and returning with a smile, but hardly talking to Sidon, even when he tried to change to a different topic. They were both healing, there was no need to not be with each other but Link wasn’t in the mood. Why on earth was he pushing him away? 

 

Sidon concentrated one night, tried to open the bond that was between them, to see into Link’s heart. It felt a little lighter, but guilt was still there. And immediately he felt guilty too. This jealousy was ridiculous. Hadn’t he told himself that he would do anything to make Link feel better? If this was it… 

 

And yet he couldn’t help but follow the two of them the next day. He was finally feeling normal again, and a trek through the mountains would surely do him good. At least that’s what he told Saki when he left the village, trailing after Link and Teba who he could see in the distance. His jealousy had so far been a spark in his stomach, turned into an inferno when he watched them interact. Link was quite shy, as he had been in the beginning with him, but Teba was, and he could even see it from far away, very… handsy. 

 

Link wasn’t flinching away but he was also not telling him to stop when he touched his shoulder, the small of his back, or his arm. Maybe these were even innocent touches, but Sidon’s mind was red with rage. That was  _ his _ fiancee he was touching,  _ his _ mate! Link may not understand the bond their mating had created, but he did, and he was furious, the fact that Rito culture might be completely different from his was far from his mind. 

 

By the time he had caught up with them, they had arrived at the small hut and the shooting range that accompanied it. Not that Sidon was very aware of his surroundings, all he could see was Teba towering over Link, his arm resting above Link’s head, pressing him against one of the wooden beams. That was definitely not his imagination, that was definitely Teba making a move on what was his. 

 

The uncomfortable expression on Link’s face didn’t register in his mind, nor the surprise that appeared when he saw Sidon walking towards them. He was focusing on Teba, grasped his shoulder and threw him away from Link, snarling at him. For a moment Teba looked surprised as he hit the ground at the other end of the hut, then his eyes widened in fear.  

 

“What the-” 

 

Sidon was working on instinct now, his teeth bared, his hands- no, his claws at the ready as he rushed forward. He thought he heard a sound behind him, but it did not stop him from pinning Teba down, one hand clawing at the wooden floor of the hut just above his head. So close, it would be so easy to do this just a few inches lower and extinguish that life that had threatened to take what was his. 

 

“Mine,” he growled, and that was everything he could manage in this state, his hand slowly but surely clawing deeper into the wood. 

 

Shavings fell onto Teba’s head, who trembled underneath him, unable to say anything for very different reasons. He had made a huge mistake, touching what was Sidon’s, and now he was faced with the consequences. Another growl escaped his lips, a deep, guttural sound as he leaned in, his teeth so close to feathers, so easy to rip, bite, tear- 

 

A small touch, on his forehead. So soft, so gentle, he barely noticed. But through his anger and his jealousy, he saw Link. Steady, calm, confident. 

 

One hand still on his forehead, the other beckoned him closer, and Sidon’s instinct was to follow. Completely mesmerised by that little wave, he followed as Link stepped back, and on all fours, he moved away. The fluttering of wings accompanied him, but all he could focus on was Link. His mate. His. 

 

Link stretched out his fingers and with a flat palm, pushed his hand down. Sidon did not know what it meant, only that it was a soothing motion, and he pressed into the touch that was still on his forehead. That hand gently stroked him now, petting him like a little kitten and his rage slowly subsided, replaced by something else when Link’s tunic slipped, and he saw the scar he had left. 

 

His mark, on his mate. 

 

It was easy to lift Link, he was so small so light, easy to rip his tunic and hear a little gasp escape his lips as his tongue flitted out to lick over the scar. He wanted to do it again, sink his teeth into his shoulder, taste the blood, deepen their bond and claim him all over again and again and again. 

 

Hands on his cheeks, sliding further back, to his neck, a little push and his lips were pressed to the scar, parting as he bared his teeth again. Without hesitation they sank into the flesh, broke skin, and he felt the blood rush into his mouth. A moan escaped Link’s lips, that beautiful sound that even broke through Sidon’s feral instincts and went right to his cock. 

 

Teeth still in him, he brought them both to the floor, ripping away Link’s clothes and feeling for his wetness. He yelped in surprise, but soon those sounds turned into moans again, those legs were spread wide, almost beckoning. In his feral state all he wanted was to claim him, claim him, and so he did, pushing into him sharply and relishing the moans that tumbled from Link’s lips, the way his small body trembled under him. His rhythm was fast and hard, now he pulled away from Link’s shoulder to lick the blood, hold those delicate wrists over his head. 

 

Link’s legs were loose and open by his side, all he could do at the moment was take Sidon’s merciless rhythm. But his eyes were closed, lips parted in pleasure, those moans begging for more. And so he gave it to him, sinking his teeth into his arm, locking his jaw for a moment, and licking away the few drops of blood he had caused to appear there. Then he was drawn to the beautiful pink nipple, flicked his tongue over it to hear the pretty moan again, then sank his teeth into the skin around it. When he let go of Link’s hands, they came to pet the tail at the back of his head, despite his hard thrusts. 

 

It wasn’t enough. His instincts told him more, harder, and he sat up onto his knees, hands grasping Link and taking him with him. His eyelids were low, watching him, trusting him completely as he pushed him down on his cock at whatever pace he wanted. Sidon was still as he did this, only moving Link and pushing him to take his cock all the way, lifting him a little, and repeating it at a merciless pace. Link’s moans filled his ears and his mind, urged him on to find his release inside his mate where he finally stilled. 

 

He gently set Link down, rested his forehead by the side of his head, panting, but not pulling out of him just yet. Only now, with Link softly caressing his side, the side of his face, wherever he could reach, his instincts, his rage and his feral state slowly vanished, and he found himself again. 

 

Only now it settled in what he had done. 

 

He pulled out of Link gently, sat up and looked at the state he was in. Blood on his shoulder, chest, his arm, slowly dripping to the cold floor he was lying on. His hair was tousled, he had lost his ribbon somewhere during all of this, his legs spread wide with Sidon’s come lazily leaking out of him. 

 

“Oh by the goddess,” he blurted out. “Oh Link I- I’m so sorry I-” 

 

_ I understand. _

 

Sidon paused. 

 

_ I understand,  _ and Link gestured between them. The bond.  _ I am yours.  _

 

Sidon remembered then, the one word he had growled as he had almost ripped Teba to shreds. Mine. Link was his. 

 

“Link it’s… I do not own you or think that I-” 

 

_ It’s okay,  _ Link interrupted once more. 

 

He gently tugged on his finger, the one thing he could reach while still lying down, and Sidon looked around this place, finding a blanket to cover his beloved with. At least the fire hadn’t gone out during all this. Sidon lay down by his side, trying to give him more warmth. He had completely shredded his clothes… 

 

_ At first I liked the flirting,  _ Link signed, looked back to the road that led to Rito Village, and something in Sidon constrained. 

 

Partially because there was still a jealousy, partially because he felt ashamed for what had just happened. He had gone completely feral, for the first time in his life. And deep down he knew that it was the fear of losing Link that had made him lose control. 

 

_ But he…,  _ Link pushed his hands away from him. 

 

“He had become pushy?,” Sidon helped, and Link nodded. 

 

_ Today… It felt… Wrong. Now I understand. _

 

“I acted like an animal, Link. My jealousy should not have endangered him, or you… I promise it will never happen again.” 

 

Link shook his head then, reached out and pushed a finger into his mouth. Sidon opened it, frowning, and let Link inspect his sharp teeth, dragging it along the upper line where his skin broke again and he tasted that delicious blood. Link pulled back then, parted his own lips and sucked on his finger too. 

 

_ I like it.  _

 

“Oh…” Sidon did not know what to say. Link was so calm, so… understanding. He had seen the worst of Sidon and he did not pull away like he had before. Now all there was in his eyes was acceptance. 

 

_ It was good to let go,  _ Link explained.  _ I needed this. You. Not Teba. _

 

And now it was Sidon who understood. Link’s spiral of never ending thoughts had driven him away from Sidon, and Teba had served as a distraction from them. This… what he had done… it certainly was a way to help Link let go. But he still did not have a good feeling about it, in the state he had been in, he could have hurt him seriously, had already bitten him, and that was something he could not forgive. 

 

Link shivered in his embrace, and Sidon wrapped the blanket around him tighter, trying to hide the bite marks. Thankfully it was getting late, and when he carried Link back to the village he could pretend he was sleeping, and while he earned a curious look or two, no one spoke to them. Inside their hut he closed the curtains, lit a fire to make sure Link wouldn’t be cold anymore. When he had done that, he saw his beloved on his cot, fingers curiously inspecting the bite marks around his left nipple. 

 

Shame washed over him then, but Link beckoned him closer again and he sat by his side. 

 

_ Please don’t be sad,  _ Link signed, rubbing Sidon’s arm.  _ I’m fine. _

 

“Had I done more you might not be,” Sidon said, turning to take what healing salve was left and started to apply it to the wounds he had caused. 

 

_ You can’t. I’m yours. _

 

Sidon stopped mid-motion to look into Link’s eyes. There was no fear there, he was absolutely certain. The calm that he felt washed over Sidon too now, as he allowed himself to feel their bond’s new strength. Link was right… No matter how deep he fell, Link was the one person who could pull him out again, who had done just that with a few words and touches. Just like Sidon wanted Link to trust him, he had to put his trust in his beloved too. They were one now. 

 

_ Promise me we’ll do it again,  _ Link signed, and lifted his wrists above his head, holding them together like Sidon had done before.  _ I need it. _

 

Sidon nodded, and slowly, he smiled. 

 

“But properly next time,” he said, leaning in. “I saw beautiful silk scarves in the shop here. I will only ever tie you up with the finest things.” 

 

Link’s breath hitched at the thought of being tied up, a slight blush crept into his cheeks. He returned Sidon’s grin and nodded. 

 

“But Link…,” he pulled away again, and Link tilted his head questioningly. “The engagement… I… You do not think we’ll see it through, don’t you?” 

 

For a moment he hesitated, but in the end, as Sidon had dreaded, he nodded. 

 

_ He’s too strong. _

 

“No he isn’t. That’s why we’re here. We’re getting the help that we need and we’ll defeat him, I will be right there every step of the way.” 

 

_ This is my fight. _

 

“It doesn’t have to be.” 

 

Silence settled between them for a moment, as Link’s thoughts gained track again, he could feel it. But he wouldn’t let him spiral again, it was his job to make sure his beloved did not succumb to despair. 

 

_ If you get hurt- _

 

“Then I will heal. As will you. I’m scared, I told you that, of course I am but I refuse to let it define me, and us,” he took Link’s hands in his own now, squeezing them softly. “I refuse to let him win, he will not have Zora’s Domain, or Hyrule, or you. He simply won’t. And when all of that is done, and you still wish to be my beloved, I will be there to embrace you.” 

 

This time there were no tears, this time Link didn’t look away. For a long time they just shared this moment of understanding. There were options for Link, the knowledge settled into him now, despite their bond, there were options. Link did not have to become his prince, not if he didn’t want to. But the most important thing was that he understood that there would  _ be _ something after Ganon. There would be a life worth living. 

 

_ I love you,  _ was all Link replied. 

**Author's Note:**

> Er, so I kind of had this idea in my head that Rito often have open marriages and being with someone else wouldn't be a big deal except I forgot to incorporate it somehow OTL But Saki and Teba are still happily married!
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